Come On by Will Hattman

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Hello
Seventy-five days till goodbye
Say no
To giving yourself reason to try

What fun
We had deciding what to do
No one
Could have predicted this would ensue

No air
The molecules refuse to play
Prepare
Our lungs to keep things just that way

Don\'t talk
Your angry lipstick says it all
Unlock
Your door and let that balcony fall

This is the darkest night of the year
And when morning comes, I never will have been here

You made the springtime seem so imaginary
By giving me freezing June
And if this song succeeds, my memory of you will be gone soon

Get real
Your mirror lies \'cause you tell it to
Unsteal
My sight, I don\'t wanna give it to you

Red mark
Embarrassment burns in your chest
The dark
Your Christmas lights could never suppress

You pout
Nothing has even happened yet
Closed mouth
Poeticize your last cigarette

While I drive the length of Glendale Boulevard
You thrive on what you kept from me, the thunder and the stars
And a disbelief in what I\'ve told you so far

You made the springtime seem so imaginary
By giving me freezing June
And if this song succeeds, my memory of you will be gone soon

So come on
Why are we so scared of the noose?
Come on
I know we\'re young but that\'s no excuse

That\'s that
You\'re left with cold eyes and a cough
That\'s that
I\'m left with disillusioned glimpses of your loft
And questions about why we took our clothes off
And memories of Pasadena eves
And a certainty that somehow I was always gonna leave

You made the springtime seem so imaginary
By giving me freezing June
And if this song succeeds, my memory of you will be gone soon
You made the springtime seem so imaginary
We jumped from winter straight to fall
And if this song succeeds, I\'ll never get another phone call

Comments:

Grandpa Chris said:

also awesome! is this an original?
on 08/04/2005

Grandpa Chris tagged:

acoustic, love,
on 08/04/2005

Jem tagged:

acoustic
on 08/08/2005

Quilly Quingerton said:

Yes, this one's all mine. Thanks again!
on 08/18/2005

Quilly Quingerton tagged:

acoustic, bitterness
on 09/07/2005

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